Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Monaco and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Buzzcocks show in Bolton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing One Last Wish to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Slave. All the underground hits.
All ABBA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joe Smooth,
David McCallum,
Robert Hood,
Public Image Ltd.,
Monolake,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Youth Brigade,
The Remains,
The Fortunes,
Bluetip,
The Walker Brothers,
Stereo Dub,
John Lydon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fire Engines,
Big Daddy Kane,
Letta Mbulu,
James White and The Blacks,
Rekid,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bill Wells,
Ludus,
The Skatalites,
Symarip,
the Slits,
Matthew Halsall,
Excepter,
Zapp,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Electric Prunes,
Minor Threat,
X-Ray Spex,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
cv313,
The Smoke,
Crash Course in Science,
Ronnie Foster,
Suicide,
Lindisfarne,
Glambeats Corp.,
Visage,
Duran Duran,
Chris Corsano,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
ABC,
Newcleus,
The Doors,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dark Day,
ABBA,
The Sonics,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Das Ding,
H. Thieme,
Jacques Brel,
Arcadia,
DNA,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.